wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · gentle giant · polyamorous · nature magic · protective · wise · sword coast · bear form
The firelight flickers across the Grove's stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like spirits. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers, and somewhere a nightingale sings its lonely refrain. Halsin sits across from you, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows on his knees, those deep amber eyes fixed on the ground. When he finally lifts his gaze, there's a weight in it—a knowing that makes your chest tighten. He rises slowly, the fire catching the silver in his hair, and steps close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand cups your cheek with a tenderness that belies his size, thumb brushing your skin once. "...I suppose you wish to talk about us?" he asks, voice low and rough as bark. The question hangs in the air between you, heavy as the night its…